Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from France and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Minny Pops to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
The Sound,
Harmonia,
F. McDonald,
Hoover,
Albert Ayler,
Bronski Beat,
The Fall,
The Alarm Clocks,
The American Breed,
X-101,
These Immortal Souls,
Supertramp,
Y Pants,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Suburban Knight,
Angry Samoans,
Qualms,
Joey Negro,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Skatalites,
Visage,
ABC,
Schoolly D,
Lightning Bolt,
Matthew Bourne,
Ituana,
The Blackbyrds,
Suicide,
Kaleidoscope,
New Order,
Sällskapet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Monolake,
Electric Prunes,
Rekid,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Sheep,
Intrusion,
Josef K,
Tomorrow,
Altered Images,
Scan 7,
Goldenarms,
Yaz,
Cecil Taylor,
The J.B.'s,
The Human League,
Chris Corsano,
Marmalade,
LL Cool J,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Womack,
Alton Ellis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Drexciya,
Slave,
Pere Ubu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oblivians,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.